THE ESCAPE

Serving as the Lycan King's personal maid all these while had given me the opportunity to know how things worked around the mansion. I knew what the maidservants, the chefs and even the guards were doing and the places that they were every hour of every single day and I planned to use this knowledge to my advantage.

The chefs served Alaric his dinner by eight from Monday through Friday and served by seven on Sundays and Saturdays. Today happened to be a Monday so I knew Alaric would already be at the dining room by now. Even though he and Emily were now mated, I knew he wouldn't change schedule. He was a wolf of precision and timing and no one could change that.

I looked at the grandfather clock, counting the ticks as the minute hand crept closer to six. The corridors leading downstairs would soon be empty and the guards outside were scheduled to take a two-minute break before returning to their positions. So if my timing was right, I would have a window of about a minute and thirty